Fiction “I’m sorry, mum,” said little Nancy. She apologised for everything from spilling the milk to forgetting to kiss her goodbye before leaving for school. Just the opposite of her father. Sheetal smiled wryly as she remembered the day he said goodbye to her husband. “You are so arrogant. What do you think you are to possess such a Himalayan ego? You commit all kinds of blunders while dealing with people. You don’t know how to behave in a society. You make a fool of yourself in every party after taking the first drink....” It was endless list of omissions and commissions. “And you never apologise even if you know you committed the most heinous offence. Learn to apol ogise, that’s the least you can do!” “Mum,” asked Nancy while the car was moving away from her father’s house, “what does ‘apo...’, ‘apol...’, ‘apolg...’ mean?” Mum looked into her eyes for a moment and kissed her cheek. She repeated the question a number of times in different ways on va
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